Saturday, November 28, 2020

tawny

 Tawny-Gold Days 

5-25-20


I should know by now

That many a mixed building falsehood cool it 

At a dollhouse  of a rector on wind bold soap 

Creating O, that sin do we let slip 

Down with trash bags of pleasure 

As we head straight showbiz 

O my to Spirit be won 

Of your transcription all understanding 

As so I created a taste of it in swan states 

And she made me to follow her barren mind 

I like it with soap with one chance on how to behold 

and straighten it still without 

As so it seven thirty in me up bush 

All it to nourish starting to be all for another Pepsi challenge 

On balls tawny and gold....






Hazelnuts Of Me

5-25-20


Waking up to my inner child 

For my heart's red medicine 

And leaning upon the Lord

Black coat closing our crimson thorns 

With my Grail and brown bowl trying wick and rind 

As to saddle our plover most of our lives worth it 

On such leaning the impermanence of thoughtlessness 

As we did this by ye swords as to let the flower fall 

Thank you rocks for a generous situation of both sides of the family 

Dry with my well as one I rise to the pioneer suspending intensity still....




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